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So Long Geelong, Thee VB Ode Memories
Waking up in tin can alley
overlooking metal valley
I wondered where we were
the previous night a blur
Angry had a bruised head
Bonzo was painted red
Elle’s hair was all a mess
Cathy looked like Queen Bess
I was lying across the yard
like an out dated discard
Then Cathy recounted the night before
and how we’d all jumped around the floor
After meeting a fine Victorian beer
VB was our friend for life but not without fear
for it could taste so delicious on a hot day
that your mind and body’d lose their way.
